Archive for the ‘Miscellaneous’ Category
My parents and Kayla left on an airplane for Sea World yesterday morning.
They will spend 5 days there celebrating her 10th birthday.
Dave got 2 free passes to Great America from a co-worker.
So Ashlyn gets to go there today.
We figure she doesn’t need to know the difference.
Swimming with dolphins in paradise.
A fermented smelling log ride.
Summer has been good to us so far.
Lots of puppy micro-management.
She’s real bossy.
And he’s already too big to be held like that.
For the sourdough bread, primarily.
He gained 7 pounds in three weeks.
Mostly from ingesting flip flops.
Cooking camp with Chef Noni.
They made us lunch on the last day and I’m still not quite sure what it was.
A low key Fourth of July.
The Sterno was MIA so we used a Bath and Body Works votive.
Ocean Breeze S’mores, if you will.
And a REAL bunny came to visit.
Lots of checking in on dad.
And drinking unsweetened iced green tea like mom.
As if she hand-picked the theme.
Day made for $4.99.
Hope launched an additional service on Wednesday nights.
We meet at the Peninsula Chinese Alliance Church in San Mateo at 7 pm.
Ashlyn is super relieved we finally get to go to a “real church” with “lots of toys.”
Church planter kid problems.
Dave is preaching a series on forgiveness and it’s GOOD.
You can listen here.
And be mad at him for challenging you.
But you will also learn how to forgive him.
Reading with Grandmums.
Fossil hunting and rock collecting at the Dinosaur Exhibit.
Grandma CeeCee’s birthday dreams come true.
She is a good grandma.
Puppy overload, I know.
I just love this picture so much.
And when we think back on the Summer of 2013, we’ll mostly think of him.
Pool play dates with old and new friends.
And an awesome Star Wars birthday party yesterday afternoon.
Lots of Yoda Soda was consumed.
More diversion from her sister’s SoCal adventure.
May the force be with her.
And may summer last forever.
We’re one week into summer vacation.
The days are long.
But then they seem to fly at the same time.
I get the importance of cherishing every second I have with my children.
But some days I just want to hide in the backyard shed with the spiders.
Too much time.
Too little organized activity.
Too little patience.
Too little free camps.
Too little Spicy Doritos and sour cream.
Gentle reminders of why I don’t homeschool.
And why I gave up student teaching after 3 minutes and changed my major.
Also can pregnant humans suffer from hip dysplasia?
Because I think yes.
Our puppy is still an angel.
But he’s an angel with a chewing problem.
We have lots of all of these things.
So I’ve given up on sitting down.
Because standing up 30 times in one hour is hard when you have hip dysplasia.
To the rescue?
Night VBS at Grace Bible Church.
Sheer, mommy-sanity-saving genius.
The girls love every second.
They come home reciting scripture and singing songs about Jesus.
And I love 3 free hours of not having to fill every second with brain stimulating activity.
When we left a bigger church and started a smaller one, I knew we’d sacrifice.
A good old fashioned Vacation Bible School for my kids is what I mourned most.
But God continues to remind me that He is in control.
Even when I want to hide in the spider shed.
Summer, it’s on.
Pass the Doritos.
There’s a new little man in the house.
It’s only been 5 days but I’m convinced he’s the perfect puppy.
House trained in 5 minutes.
Mellow, patient, gentle.
Sleeps through the night.
Not crazy about baths.
But they are necessary when one rolls around under a plum tree.
Scared of stairs.
Really, more like a stuffed animal than a live dog.
With a great bill of health from the vet.
He makes birthday party dreams come true.
Birthday girl is counting down the days.
He loves car rides.
Which is good because he doesn’t really have a choice.
He’s already a pro at making new friends.
And chewing on blocks.
And has effortlessly settled into our hearts and our home.
He’s got big paws to fill.
And I think he’ll do just fine.
I write so I don’t forget.
But sometimes I forget to write.
Or I don’t want to write.
Or I have so much going on I feel like there is no time to write.
Or I blame my growing belly. Which, to be honest, isn’t helping.
But I continually decide that I don’t want to forget more than I don’t want to write.
I’m 26 weeks and 4 days pregnant.
I’m beginning to waddle.
A foot has been lodged in my belly button intermittently since Monday.
School is winding down and summer is upon us.
Today, I wonder if Kayla will be in therapy because I didn’t chaperone her field trip to the Lawrence Hall of Science.
But there’s the waddle.
And the bus ride.
And an OB appointment.
Our May days have been filled with much.
Dave has a habit of listening to the radio call home run playback that he can barely hear over the roar of the live crowd and I think it’s such strange behavior.
Isn’t that why we’re AT the game? To listen to the LIVE crowd?
Call me crazy.
Tea parties with Grandmums.
Also an excuse to put her candy in fancy dishes.
And to eat all her candy.
Daily denial of new app requests.
“It’s only point nine nine, mama.”
Mother’s Day Lunch.
They’ve been watching lots of Lady and the Tramp lately.
Ashlyn is still learning the concept and thought it was a day for me to serve her.
“Please get me juice… because it’s Mutha’s Day!!”
I told her it was Father’s Day instead.
Hi baby girl.
You have a cute nose.
Birthday thank you notes.
Written all her own.
They took 12 days and we still have four to write but we won’t mention that part.
Cindy, Abby, Madison and Scottsdale Ware’s, we’re working on them.
Tree climbing at Nan and Pops.
Most likely for the last time.
They sold it.
But the new house has a pool.
So, that pretty much trumps any sentimental value.
And makes us get over things quickly.
Like five minutes.
After school Slurpies.
One for her, one for Kayla.
Or both for her.
Golfing for a good cause.
Or riding in a cart and eating lots of good food for a good cause.
Independent breakfast prep.
Fresh fruit salad and all.
I love nine.
Jesus, a frog and a beaver.
I love six, too.
We put a deposit down on a puppy last week.
Just in case having a new human baby is too easy.
A male Goldendoodle named Lincoln is coming home next Sunday.
Kayla’s 10th birthday present.
But we’re kind of just saying that to get out of a big party.
And because I’m desperate to avoid another heart-wrenching, no-luck Saturday at the SPCA.
Not much going on around here.
Most of my days are like this one.
I rarely write about them.
But I know I want to remember them.
I will miss this routine one day.
Like morning music with my Kindergartner.
I want to remember the way sweet Vidal always saves her place marker under the piano.
And excitedly sets it down next to his when we walk in the room.
I want to remember Teacher Karen’s passion for teaching beautiful sounds to deaf children.
I want to remember the few minutes I take most mornings parked in the Starbucks parking lot.
Catching up on emails.
Reading blogs I love.
Texting and/or chatting with friends.
I want to remember Hope’s first Marrieds group.
And all the little, behind-the-scenes church details I know I’ll soon forget.
Or may no longer be responsible for.
I want to remember her minimum day, pick-up smile.
And her school stories.
Today a caterpillar escaped the class terrarium and tried to spin a cocoon in McKayla’s desk.
Ms. Schlecht saved the day, scooping it up with a Post-It note.
The piles and piles.
And piles of laundry.
I want to remember.
I want to remember the fact that Ashlyn is insisting we name her little sister Taffeta.
And her scowl when I tell her no.
And that she takes her pants off when it gets hot outside.
I want to remember the joy I felt when we our very first baby gift arrived for our littlest baby girl.
By friends that know us well.
And love us better.
I want to remember tonight’s dinner out.
And playing Go Fish with sugar packets.
While another read her animal encyclopedia.
And the fact that Wreck-It Ralph joined us.
I want to remember the way she reads.
Her fingers tracing every word.
I know that soon this will change.
And she’ll read faster.
Life moves so quickly.
Even the slow days.
And I want to remember.
I don’t have much.
It’s abnormally cold.
And I’m doing laundry in the garage in a trench coat.
I’m really ready for sunshine and summer.
Lots going on around these parts.
Our carpet is being ripped up and the beautiful hardwood underneath that should have never been hidden is being refinished.
I cannot adequately express my elation over these interior design happenings.
We’re also having the Pergo in our kitchen replaced with tile.
10 x 20 camel colored in a sideways subway formation.
Dave is not so sure but I am joyous.
Kayla got purple glasses yesterday.
She can now “see her friends hair” which was clearly a crisis beforehand.
Ashlyn is reading.
Books about cats on mats.
The church recently launched a few new small groups.
A women’s bi-weekly study and a once-a-month married group.
If you’re interested, “like” Hope’s Facebook Page for more details.
Dave is also scoping out a location for a mid-week service we’re hoping to start in the next few months.
Anyone have a spare warehouse they’re not using?
That’d be great.
Happy weekend, friends.
And GO Niners.
Not as sad.
Kobi’s overpriced ashes are sealed in a cedar box on top of Kayla’s dresser.
She added an angel Squinkie on top.
I can’t decide if it’s cute or weird.
I’m going to go with cute.
But now that I type it, it sounds weird.
When Dave gets home we’ll bury him under the Japanese maple in our backyard.
She is doing well.
Sad that we couldn’t fix him.
“You guys fixed Grandmums, mom!”
(Grandmums had a knee replacement a few months ago).
But we’re all adjusting to the new dogless normal that is our house.
That will most likely only last through Spring.
Kayla is just not fully Kayla without a 4-legged creature by her side.
You may notice I haven’t mentioned Ashlyn’s reaction much.
There’s not much to say.
She whined for about five minutes and told me Kobi is with Mufasa now.
Also, she likes cats.
Dave (and team pictured above) is in New Jersey working with Samaritan’s Purse/Sandy Disaster Relief.
It’s been interesting to see pictures and hear stories.
I’m excited for them to come home and hear more.
We’ve been filling our rainy days with puppy play dates.
Little Miss Muffet reinactments at school.
Cutie Vidal has a huge crush on our girl.
He saves her carpet marker on the piano until he sees her walk in and sets it down next to his.
Avoiding floods at church.
And cousin birthday dinners at Red Robin.
Pintertest Kitchen link up is THIS Thursday.
I’ve been drowning my pet loss sorrows in sweets.
You’ll hear all about them.
Kayla just left a panicky voicemail from the school office:
“There’s something wrong with my eyes. I can’t see the board!! I can’t even see my friends hair!!
So, I probably need some help seeing… Love you. Bye…”
And another one. 5 minutes later.
“My friend sat on my lunch. Can you bring a new one?”